Joe watched his fellow Hermits play on the beach, while he rested in the shade of an umbrella. Cleo, Impulse, Zed, and False were all playing Volleyball, seeming impressed by each other's skill. There was the architects being.. the architects. Stress, Scar, and Cub talked to each other, sitting at a picnic table, enjoying fruit punch. While Joe sat in the sand, re-reading all his past poems he wrote, he never really found joy in sports, but rather watching the crystal blue ocean waves crash against the soft tan sand, then, inspiration began flooding to him, and he began writing a poem.
'Ocean waves run along the ocean shore.
Flowing over my feet, I can feel my worries no more.
Sand hides treasure waiting to be found.
Come rest a while, come stick around.'
Sighing, Joe closed his journal, and smiled at his comrades, having fun. Maybe, if he tried some of the things that the others were doing, he might find what's making him, well, him.